urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraoharaKira O'HaraThe Writing JournalKira O'Hara2014-09-16T03:56:57Zurn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:12051AO3 Formatting2014-09-16T03:56:57Z2014-09-16T03:56:57ZDoes anyone know how to make a selection of text have different margins in AO3? I'm finally getting the chance to put some of my stuff up there that I'd forgotten to do, and in TML;GML there are letters between Draco and his parents. I kind of wanted them to be a bit offset, with narrower margins, if possible, so as to show that they aren't just italic text. If it is, does anyone know the coding for it?<br /><br />(...For that matter, does anyone know the coding to do that here on LJ too?)urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:11780*Dusts Journal Off*2014-09-04T10:25:22Z2014-09-05T22:18:07ZHi! :D<br /><br />Been awhile, but I have relatively little to say of interest, to be honest. ^^; <b>HOWEVER!</b> I do have a fic idea I've been messing with that I need a bit of assistance with, and also some suggestions if you like. &gt;.&gt;;<br /><br />So...basic premises without giving too much away: <i>Teen Wolf</i>; post-S2, AU from S3 (Alpha Pack and Cora present); sex pollen/magic made them do it style of sorta-dub!con (they have a period of time to accept and process what will happen, but they don't actually have a choice about it eventually happening); sexually everyone/everyone, romantically a little up in the air (possible Sterek, Scallison, Scallisaac, and/or Jydia, but possible others or poly!pack); this all will take place in a large, remotely-located house thing.<br /><br />Characters who will be present: Allison, Boyd, Chris, Cora, Derek, Erica, Isaac, Jackson, Lydia, Melissa, Peter, Scott, Sheriff, Stiles. Possibly: Braeden, Danny, and/or Marin Morrell. <small>(Sorry, Deaton will be talking to them via Skype and Finstock isn't close enough to being pack. Aiden, Ethan, Kira, Liam, Malia, and Parrish don't come into the series/pack until way after this point, so they're out too.)</small><br /><br />SO! How you can help:<br /><br />1. Any pairings you'd want to read (seriously, any; give me your cliches and your rare-pairs, your triads and orgies). I have some scenes in mind already, but I think it'll be fun to challenge myself with doing things that other people would enjoy as well (who knows, maybe I'll find a new pairing?!). :3 Also: any preference of place (indoor sex, outdoor sex, every-room-in-the-house sex). There is a plot, but <i>because</i> of it, everything goes. ;D<br /><br />2. I'm torn on whether to let it be truly everyone/everyone, or if I should nix the possibility of incest. There are four groups of family members there. I could make it so that the pollen/magic/thingie won't push those people together, or I could have them even more awkward/angsting over it because it probably <i>will</i> at some point push them together. I'm leery because I know that it'll turn some people away to include it, but I don't know if it would be worth it. Maybe if I get a few requests for it? /o\ IDEK. HALP.<a name='cutid1-end'></a><br /><br />So, yes. TL;DR: I want/need input for a fic I want to write but I am stuck at this point. Input?urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:11754Whee~!2014-06-10T21:19:45Z2014-06-10T21:19:45ZSo today I turned 3<sup>3</sup>! <small><s>That's three to the third, not thirty-three, btw. X3</s></small> Not sure if I should be \o/ or /o\ about that, so I'm kind of both. XD<br /><br />Yay! And eep. Hahaha!urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:11508Oh God.2014-03-08T23:46:16Z2014-03-08T23:46:16ZThat moment when you are plotting your fest fic and realize that you are either going to need a lot of flashbacks or you will be writing another epic that spans years and years of time.<br /><br />I got my Smoochfest prompt. I can't say what, but I can say this: I am so, so sorry. I am going to make people cry, I know it. XD I'm half laughing about this (cackling, more like) and half upset because I love me some fluff and this will not be it. But it will end happy! Well, for most people. Er. Um. *flees*<br /><br /><center><img src="https://24.media.tumblr.com/6ae33168cf90f905b246d72cec9c0a53/tumblr_mw7ybeT5u21sn7mxfo3_500.gif" width="" /></center>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:11013OMG, So, Hi.2013-10-03T22:00:00Z2013-10-03T22:00:00ZWow, it's been a long time. *dusts off journal*<br /><br />So, updates:<br /> - (Finally) graduated university with a B.S in psychology.<br /> - Quit job.<br /> - Got married on 1st July, 2013.<br /> - Moved from Orlando, Florida to El Paso, Texas.<br /> - Adjusting to being an army spouse (holy shit, I'm a wife! O.o).<br /> - Adopted two kitties: Tanis Half-Kitten and Cora (named after a book character and TV show character, respectively).<br /> - Got sucked into <i>Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn</i>; weaning myself off again to write.<br /> - Got in a GSD-RTFN mood and cleaned out a bunch of stuff today and decided to peek in.<br /><br />So...hello to my lovely f-list, who probably didn't even notice me gone since I never really posted as much as I thought about it. XD<br /><br />My H/D muse is slowly waking back up, but my <i>Teen Wolf</i> muse is running in circles. Hopefully will get some fic done soon. ...Hopefully.<br /><br />Speaking of fic and <i>Teen Wolf</i>, the <a href="http://tnw-kinkmeme.livejournal.com" rel="nofollow">kink!meme</a> just got a makeover and it would be awesome to get more people posting there. :D I'd say if you post a prompt to send me a PM and I'll see if I can write it, but A) it might not click with me, sadly; B) I have about 200+ prompts sitting in a folder waiting on me and I'd feel terribly about trumping them XD; and C) I can't write short-fic, and I'd cry if I got too many prompts. XD So...yes. I will start writing again soon hopefully, but maybe in my stead some of you wonderful people can pick up a few prompts there. ;D<br /><br />Uh...OH! Just recently saw <i>Star Trek: Into Darkness</i>, since it came out in theaters when my fiance-now-husband was overseas and I had no one to see it with. Anyroad, I NOW WANT KIRK/SPOCK/UHURA THREESOMES. ALL OF THEM. DEAR GOD. I was kinda a Spirk fan before, but just...ugh. The arguing scene in the shuttlecraft when they're going to get Khan on the Klingon homeworld and the way Spock and Uhura reacted when they thought Kirk was dead (and then could be saved)... Just, just...if you have any recs, please, gimme?<br /><br />Um, other than that, my brain is blank. So...hi. &hearts;urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:10802Connnnn2013-03-29T19:02:12Z2013-03-29T19:02:12ZOMG, I need a timeturner! D: Gah!urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:10736OMG2013-03-14T03:53:18Z2013-03-14T03:53:18ZGUYS. GUESS WHAT.<br /><br />...<br /><br />I AM OFFICIALLY GOING TO NORWESCON. *HAS SUCH A BIG AND FLAILY HAPPY DANCE*<br /><br /><br />...Anyone else gonna be there? I recall hearing in previous years that some of you had gone. I've been so busy with wedding planning that I haven't been even glancing at my f-list, so I am clueless. D:<br /><br />BUT OMG YAY I AM FINALLY GOING. Gonna be there with some reaaaaaaaally old online friends who live in the area and go every year and are the ones who finally tempted me. But I'd still love to hang out with anyone else who is going. :D<br /><br />...And now, I am going to go back to wedding planning, even though I should really be going to sleep. Because my brain is just...splat. Yes. But, um, yes.<br /><br />YAY. XDurn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:10428Well...2013-02-20T09:40:48Z2013-02-20T09:40:48ZSo...I'm alive.<br /><br />And I've just written almost 1,600 words of outline for a fic that I don't even solidly have the prompt for yet. <small><s>And am severely tempted to draw portions of it too.</s></small><br /><br />...Oops? XD<br /><br /><br /><small>...I wonder if I send in a rough draft with my claim if I'll get the prompt for sure, ahaha...ha... *cough* &gt;.&gt;;</small>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:10221ASLKFJKSFKSJKKSHFJKHS!!!2012-07-28T20:18:43Z2012-07-28T20:18:43ZOH MY GOD!!! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!! Zachary fucking Quinto was just at my work! *flails like a flaily thing made of flailiness!!!*. *also is making a big attempt to not swear like a sailor in excitement*<br /><br />I was thiiiiiis close to getting a picture with him, but he was leaving right as my manager called us down the stairs.<br /><br />Apparently he was doing some sort of speaking at a UCF College Democrats meeting and they were going to film something here in the Union (but, er, you're not allowed to film in here...).<br /><br />But anyway: OMGZACHARYQUINTO!!! *FLAIL!*<br /><br />(I saw a real, live celebrity! And a hot one!!! :D)urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:9904Halp? (Beta Request...)2012-05-11T10:28:11Z2012-05-11T10:28:11ZShinedown - BullyRight, so, um... My muse is a wonderful, horrible little thing. I've become very overdue with a fest fic and it's still growing. And it's time I found a beta, so that I'm not scrambling once I finish.<br /><br />It's not quite done yet, but I fully expect it to be over 50k, possibly creeping up on 60k. (If it goes beyond that I will cry. Srsly.) The pairing is Harry/Draco, and it's for <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-C " data-ljuser="hd_smoochfest" lj:user="hd_smoochfest" ><a href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=174" /></a><a href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>hd_smoochfest</b></a></span>, so there is guaranteed a happy ending. There's one scene that lifts it up into the NC-17 realm. It's an anon-fest, so I can't really give anything else away to my f-list en masse. &gt;.&gt;;<br /><br />I'd be fine with even just a SPaG beta, but if I you could add critique or even Brit-picking to that I would definitely not say no. If you'd like to help me out and receive my unending gratitude, praise, and worship forever more (:D), please shoot me a PM - or e-mail or gchat me at KattWhitewind(at)gmail(dot)com. :D<br /><br />♥~<br /><br />(Note: This post has been written while half-asleep and slightly sleep-deprived, so if it's a mite gibberish-ish then...I apologize. XD)urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:9613Smoochfest Claiming~~~!!!2012-03-01T12:22:41Z2012-03-01T12:22:41ZNatalie Browne - My Favourite GameGah, I swear, choosing prompts is one of the most nerve-wracking things EVER! Especially with sooo many good ones this year over at <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-C " data-ljuser="hd_smoochfest" lj:user="hd_smoochfest" ><a href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=174" /></a><a href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>hd_smoochfest</b></a></span>! D:<br /><br />But I finally whittled down my list from like...forty, to three. It only took me three or four hours. x_x;;; But the first two on my list gave me OMGIDEA world-glimpses right off the bat without even trying, so I think I'm good. :D<br /><br />Now, this year's challenge: get it in before the deadline and not ask for any extensions! XDurn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:9308Some Questions About BDSM and Clubs.2012-02-24T11:12:54Z2012-02-24T11:29:38ZCassidy Haley - Whiskey in ChurchesYes, hello, I'm quite alive. *dusts off journal* Now then, I have a question for you, my darling f-listers.<br /><br />See, I used to be an extremely shy individual. Truth be told, in groups of new people or people I don't think I share much in common with, I still am. That - coupled with Jerkface the Ex - led me to not really explore my interest in the BDSM community. Then my life was thankfully purged of that loser, but I rather lacked the courage to go to any such place on my own, as well as lacked the (local) friends who might be interested in going with me. So I let myself be too scared to investigate. And then, wonder of wonders, I met my darling Merlin and fell head over heels; only he's not really into that sort of thing, and too nice to even give me spankings. Le sigh. He is off in Basic Training right now, but I wouldn't feel right going to a BDSM party/club even to simply observe without him.<br /><br />Thus, I have questions for you all, should you have any experience you'd like to impart.<br /><br />What are the parties/clubs really like? I've read plenty of fic, but in all seriousness that doesn't necessarily translate to reality. Are there really people having sex off in the dark corners (or maybe front and center)? Are there special house-rules? Is it common (or even real) to have themed rooms for rent? What all is usually there in the club proper (bar, dancefloor, lounge, hot tub, rack, etc.)? Do any honestly employ Doms in-house? An RP that sadly never launched had hostesses and people who would help matchmake and/or draw up contracts - is that even remotely near truth? Is there ever such a thing as a house safeword? How would a party differ (or maybe a convention)? Are spectators allowed, or even welcomed? (I understand different clubs/parties/cons/etc. might be different, but it would be nice to know if any of this applies.)<br /><br />I'm curious for two reasons. For one, knowing a bit more about the scene itself might make it less of a big, scary unknown (and I might eventually get to talking my soldier-boy into going with me into it, even just to look around). For two, I'd really like to write it. I'm utterly fascinated by it, and there's a handful of plotbunnies nibbling at me that I'm wary of picking up for the simple fact that I don't want to write something that is so far-fetched that anyone with experience would scoff at it. There's a(n at least) three-part original story that wants to dive into this world, as well as a fanfic or two that might like to brush through it.<br /><br />Any input is welcome. Post anonymously if you like, or send me a PM if you are willing to share but don't want it out in the open. Links to resources on the topic are also more than welcome - I just don't know where to start looking. ^^; Anywho, this one bunny that's been pawing at me for a couple years has really pushed me to finally ask. :) Thank you so incredibly much, to anyone who cares to give input. (And if at any point you'd prefer me to screen your comment, just ask!) (...Or, if you think it's a better idea to screen the comments unless people say it's okay, let me know that too. :P)urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:9076OMG, Yay!2012-02-14T04:19:46Z2012-02-14T04:20:40ZSmile.dk - Kissy KissyYay, it's that time again!!! Prompting has opened up over at <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-C " data-ljuser="hd_smoochfest" lj:user="hd_smoochfest" ><a href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=174" /></a><a href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>hd_smoochfest</b></a></span>! Go over there and submit yours now!<br /><br />I've made it my goal to write for this one every year, so who knows - maybe I'll get yours! :D I think I actually have a prompt that I'm not keen on writing myself this time too, haha! XD<br /><br />Now, because I'm indecisive and can't choose because I like them both, have some shmancy banners! ;D<br /><br /><div style="text-align:center"><a data-cke-saved-href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com" href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com" rel="nofollow"><img alt="" height="354" data-cke-saved-src="http://pics.livejournal.com/smoochfest_mod/pic/0003qtcb" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/smoochfest_mod/pic/0003qtcb" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="500"></img></a></div><div style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:smaller;">banner by <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="star_sailor13" lj:user="star_sailor13" ><a href="http://star-sailor13.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=174" /></a><a href="http://star-sailor13.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>star_sailor13</b></a></span></span><br /><br /><a data-cke-saved-href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com" href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com" rel="nofollow"><img alt="" height="449" data-cke-saved-src="http://pics.livejournal.com/smoochfest_mod/pic/0003t9wr" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/smoochfest_mod/pic/0003t9wr" style="border-width: 0pt; border-style: solid;" width="445"></img></a><br /></div><br /><br />Now go spread the joy so later we can spread the love! X3urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:8851kiraohara @ 2011-08-31T03:59:002011-08-31T07:59:30Z2011-08-31T07:59:30ZHi darlings! I've got a lovely new comm to pimp to you all:<br /><br /><br /><center><br /><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/phantisma/pic/000422yq" /><br /><small>♥ Banner by <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="phantisma" lj:user="phantisma" ><a href="http://phantisma.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=174" /></a><a href="http://phantisma.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>phantisma</b></a></span>! ♥</small></center><br /><br /><br />Sign-ups are open over at <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-C " data-ljuser="mpregbb" lj:user="mpregbb" ><a href="http://mpregbb.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=174" /></a><a href="http://mpregbb.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>mpregbb</b></a></span> for both authors and artists of all sorts! There is a SAD lack of H/D (and HP pairings in general!), but I thought you lovely ladies (...and gents?) might be up to the challenge of rectifying this! :D Plus, it'll help for all those 10k+ personal-fics that you just haven't gotten up the motivation for. ;D<br /><br />They are actually in need artists/vidders/mixers especially - there's a more than 7:1 ratio of writers:artists! ^^;urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:8549hp_zombiefest Reminder!2011-08-05T14:40:46Z2011-08-05T14:40:46ZAuthority Zero - One More MinuteHey! Just a reminder to anyone interested, the <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-C " data-ljuser="hp_zombiefest" lj:user="hp_zombiefest" ><a href="http://hp-zombiefest.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=174" /></a><a href="http://hp-zombiefest.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>hp_zombiefest</b></a></span> sign-ups are still open! You have until the 18th to sign up. :D<br /><br />Fics will be due 30th September, to be posted up in October. :D Horror, comedy, romance, adventure - cracky, dark, or light-hearted - anything goes, so long as zombies make an important appearance. :3<br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://hp-zombiefest.livejournal.com/profile" _fcksavedurl="http://hp-zombiefest.livejournal.com/profile" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/deirdre_aithne/pic/000a12k4" _fcksavedurl="http://pics.livejournal.com/deirdre_aithne/pic/000a12k4"></a><br><span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-C " data-ljuser="hp_zombiefest" lj:user="hp_zombiefest" ><a href="http://hp-zombiefest.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=174" /></a><a href="http://hp-zombiefest.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>hp_zombiefest</b></a></span> - where HP and zombies collide.<br>Sign-ups are OPEN!</center><br /><br /><br />Here is where you can find the <a href="http://hp-zombiefest.livejournal.com/1168.html" rel="nofollow">Rules</a>, <a href="http://hp-zombiefest.livejournal.com/1435.html" rel="nofollow">FAQ</a>, and <a href="http://hp-zombiefest.livejournal.com/2152.html" rel="nofollow">Sign-Up Post</a>. Come join the fun! &gt;3urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:8211Help!2011-08-03T14:40:22Z2011-08-03T14:57:42ZHelp! So I keep trying to solve the question over at Pottermore, but it just directs me to a Sony store page! WTF? Where's the quill? Is this normal?<br /><br />*sad kitty eyes at those who have already done this*<br /><br /><br /><b>Edit:</b> Got it! Thank you, everyone! And WOW that was quick! XD ♥♥♥♥♥ to you all!urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:8076Hello!2011-07-30T17:34:41Z2011-07-30T17:34:41ZFlorence + the Machine - Howl*clings to LJ like a clingy thing of clingy-ness*<br /><br />SOSOSO happy to have all my lovely people (and all the lovely fic and art!) back again!!!<br /><br />Greetings to all the people I've now friended! Some of you I had read or seen around fandom but had been too shy to add you before, and some of you I don't think I'd ever seen until <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="marguerite_26" lj:user="marguerite_26" ><a href="http://marguerite-26.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=174" /></a><a href="http://marguerite-26.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>marguerite_26</b></a></span>'s awesome friending meme over on DW. :D<br /><br />Um...I think that's it for now! I have tonnes of fic to catch up on, and a <i>lot</i> of coding to do so that I can continue posting up my <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-C " data-ljuser="hd_smoochfest" lj:user="hd_smoochfest" ><a href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=174" /></a><a href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>hd_smoochfest</b></a></span> entry chapters...and then my <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-C " data-ljuser="hd_relief" lj:user="hd_relief" ><a href="http://hd-relief.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=174" /></a><a href="http://hd-relief.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>hd_relief</b></a></span> entry... XD ...And then I have to work on the fics I signed up for at <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-C " data-ljuser="hp_zombiefest" lj:user="hp_zombiefest" ><a href="http://hp-zombiefest.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=174" /></a><a href="http://hp-zombiefest.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>hp_zombiefest</b></a></span>... ^^;;; *scurries off!*urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:7713Idea Poll.2011-07-22T14:55:52Z2011-07-22T14:59:26ZKe$ha - Tik TokOkay, so, I have this folder. It is labeled "Creative Stuff." Every now and then I go and poke at it (and usually add new stuff).<br /><br />See, when I actually pick up an idea and commit to working on it, I seem to knock it out rather quickly. I think my issue with all of these that have been left to collect dust is that I see a wall of text and Word docs and have no idea where to start.<br /><br />This is where you can help me my friends, f-listers, and occasional random people (hi!). Based on the tentative nicknames I've given these various ideas, click whatever ticky boxes (!) that pique your interest. No summaries, just based off the names. ;D Whatever happens to be leading at any point will become my main project (not to say I won't work on others, but this will give me direction). <small>((Note: All except two of the HP fics have H/D as a main pairing (and even then they're a background pairing). All Naruto prompts are NaruSasu. Original stuff is not generally smutty, but has a mix of het and slash relationships.))</small><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=1763864">View Poll: Ideas</a></div><br /><br /><small>((Feel free to edit your responses whenever. I'll try to keep this updated as I finish things (or come up with more *cringe*).))</small><a name='cutid1-end'></a><br /><br /><br /><i>I'll leave this as a normal entry for a bit, then I'll make it so that it sits up at the top of my page.</i>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:7331Huh. Interesting.2011-07-20T04:56:40Z2011-07-20T04:56:40ZSomething interesting I realized today, and wanted to share.<br /><br />I've always wanted a tattoo, but I never really had anything I thought I could stand to permanently etch onto my body. I thought about maybe certain religious symbols - a pentacle, the triple moon, a triquetra, the tree of life, etc. - but I could never really decide what I would be comfortable with. Especially because as much as I love my religion, I know some of those would get me some funny looks, and I'm self-conscious like that.<br /><br />Today, looking at the deathly hallows symbol, I realized that <i>fuck yes</i> I would tattoo that on myself. XD Now it's just a matter of deciding <i>where</i> while I accumulate funds. X3urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:7157[FIC] Teach Me, Life; Guide Me, Love (1/29)2011-07-18T03:27:07Z2011-07-20T12:24:53Z<b>Title:</b> Teach Me, Life; Guide Me, Love<br /><b>Author:</b> Kira O’Hara<br /><b>Pairings:</b> Harry/Draco, <small>Draco/Astoria, Neville/Pansy; <i>mentions of:</i> Ron/Hermione, Greg/Millicent, Harry/Ginny, teeeeeeeensy Draco/Pansy moment *giggle*</small><br /><b>Word Count:</b> A bajillion. Seriously: 79,417. 8|<br /><b>Rating:</b> NC-17<br /><b>Warnings:</b> Largely Draco-centric; sappiness; angst; denial; cluelessness; infidelity (not by H or D, don’t worry!); swearing; child trauma; not-good-people!Astoria&Ginny; some Weasley- and H-bashing from D early on; mature sexual content of the solo and slashy kind; mentions of het. It might make you cry at one point, but I promise it all works out!<br /><u>Epilogue Compliant?</u> Partly. The marriages and the kids happen, but the train scene won’t. I also twisted a few bits and pieces from the whole series here and there.<br /><b>Summary:</b> Revelations both painful and joyous set the markers in the path of every life. Thankfully, Draco has spectacular company for the journey.<br /><b>Betas:</b> The amazing and super-wonderful <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="tyoko" lj:user="tyoko" ><a href="http://tyoko.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=174" /></a><a href="http://tyoko.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>tyoko</b></a></span>, who was immeasurably helpful and has me wanting to figure out how to ship chocolates internationally. Also <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="papercollage" lj:user="papercollage" ><a href="http://papercollage.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=174" /></a><a href="http://papercollage.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>papercollage</b></a></span>, who was kind enough to help with the first third of this before life ate her. ♥<br /><b>Author's Notes:</b> I sincerely apologize for letting this monster get away from me! It seemed like such a cute prompt and I fell in love with it, and then it just exploded into a huge and detailed story. Honestly, it was <i>supposed</i> to be short and cute…and then my muse laughed at me, I swear. It’s been a challenge, to say the least, and I hope you love it as much as I do, darling mystery prompter! ♥♥♥ <small>(For extra giggles: Imagine Eshe’s voice as Fran’s from FFXII and Penha’s voice to be like a happy Djimon Hounsou. *g*)</small><br /><br /><b>Gift Fic For:</b> <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="kayoko" lj:user="kayoko" ><a href="http://kayoko.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-files.livejournal.net/userhead/364?v=1301077238" /></a><a href="http://kayoko.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>kayoko</b></a></span><br /><b>Written For:</b> <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-C " data-ljuser="hd_smoochfest" lj:user="hd_smoochfest" ><a href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=174" /></a><a href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>hd_smoochfest</b></a></span> 2011<br /><b>Prompt:</b> Prompt <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/rsearch/?tags=%2323">#23</a>:<br /><small><i>Time Period:</i> Post-Hogwarts<br /><i>Place:</i> Malfoy Manor<br /><i>Object/Word Prompts:</i> talking book, dragons, garden gnomes<br /><i>Action:</i> The talking book refuses to be placed inside a rucksack. It demands to be carried so it isn't tousled.<br /><u>First Time Scenario:</u> Lessons Learned</small><br /><br /><b>Disclaimer:</b> <small>This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.</small><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center> <br /><i>“Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.” – Charles W. Eliot</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><b><u>Chapter One:</u></b> </center><br /><br /><br /><br /> At four, Draco Lucius Malfoy first learned about Magic.<br /><br /> Not to say that he hadn’t been surrounded by such from the moment of his conception, but until then it had always been such a normative notion that he had never given it much thought. He knew portraits talked, stairwells moved, and House Elves could always pop in on you when you were being naughty. He knew he was a wizard and one day he would swoosh a wand and float things and set them on fire like Mum and Da could. He knew one day really, really far away when he was <i>eleven</i> he’d go off to a school that would teach him how to do that. Until then, what thought should he have given to magic?<br /><br /> But, at this moment, he gave it a thought – and that thought was that magic was a pain in the bum.<br /><br /> Crossing his arms tighter, he fought to rein in his pout and use the scowl he often saw his father use. It seemed to get <i>him</i> what he wanted, so there was no reason it shouldn’t work for Draco. He managed to hold that pose for all of twelve seconds before he felt the need to shuffle again. The wooden chair he was stuck in was rather uncomfortable and he would like very much to be away from it, but there was the small matter of the sensing spell his mother had used to make sure he stayed seated.<br /><br /> Huffing an exaggerated sigh, he blew at the blond fringe just barely falling into his eyes. Mum had removed the itchy stuff that made it stay back when she had sat him in time out, thankfully, but now it kept falling in his face. Scooting to the edge of the chair, he peeked over and swung his little feet. He was so very bored, and Mum had told the House Elves that they weren’t allowed to bring him anything. He was supposed to be ‘thinking about what he had done,’ but he wasn’t sure why it had been bad anyway. Other than that it was gross – but <i>still</i>.<br /><br /> His brows knit together as he tried to think of a solution to his horrendous problem: time out for a <i>whole hour</i>. “Urgh!” he scoffed, wrinkling his nose. But he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys are smart and cunning (Da taught him that one) and they always get what they want, so he should too. He took a moment to glower at the clock – certain that it wasn’t working right because he had <i>definitely</i> been there for longer than three minutes – and then began to slowly turn the cogs in his head around his issue.<br /><br /> Two minutes, a mental light bulb, and an obedient House Elf later, he was happily roaming the halls once again. He steered clear of the party still going on downstairs so as to not get caught, instead veering off toward his favorite place in the manor: Da’s Library. He’d have to be careful, though; he was certain the clock in there didn’t work right either because it always went too fast.<br /><br /> Draco crept quietly down the hallways, trying to muffle his footsteps on the hardwood floors. He stopped and held his breath at every corner, listening carefully for anyone who might notice him. Peeking around the library’s massive door, he grinned to himself in triumph at finding it empty. He wasn’t really supposed to be in there, even when he wasn’t supposed to be in time out. Wandering along one of the walls with his head tipped back in wonder, he pondered which book he could pilfer without Da realizing it.<br /><br /> “Are you lost?” a voice called from his right, and he whirled toward it. Wide-eyed and with held breath, he scanned the space it had appeared to come from. It had been female and light and pretty, with a weird accent he couldn’t place.<br /><br /> But no one was there.<br /><br /> Frowning, he cautiously made his way over to where the voice had come from, looking around for someone who might spring out of hiding. He heard a small thump and a shuffle of paper and whirled on it again – but again, no one was there, just the shelves full of books. Two of the books seemed to be set forward from the others, and that was enough to pique his curiosity more than the invisible woman had.<br /><br /> He reached out and pulled them from the shelf, settling back on the floor. They were covered in symbols he couldn’t read, which was weird because he could speak English and French and Mum had taught him the Greek symbols last month…mostly. The symbols were pressed and carved and burned in, overlapping each other, some of them looking as if they had naught to do with any of the other sets. The book to his left was a faded and dark grey leathery thing, with just barely discernible hints of blues and greens. The one to his right was a more brownish-looking leather, with faint reds and yellows marking it here and there. Draco curiously traced his fingers over the inconsistent smudges of color. The books fluttered for a bit as he manhandled them, but he paid it no extra mind. When he reached for the covers to pry them open, he felt a sharp pain as soon as his little fingers touched the pages.<br /><br /> “Ouch!” he cried, tears springing to his eyes as he yanked his hands away from the apparently <i>evil</i>, <i>biting</i> books. He tried to glare at them imperiously, but would admit that it was possibly ruined by his pathetic little sniffle. Cradling his poor, abused hands, he peeked down at the little papercuts that graced several of his fingers. He only just managed to refrain from sticking them in his mouth, having been lectured before that doing such after touching Da’s books could be dangerous.<br /><br /> His attention was drawn back to the books as they seemed to ruffle on their own, turning so that they were upright with their spines facing him. He cocked his head to the side for a moment, curiosity rising to the fore again. He’d seen Da make pages turn without touching them, so maybe some books could move on their own too? They had turned the bitey-sides away from him, so they couldn’t hurt him now, right?<br /><br /> “Oh, no need to cry, little one. It was only a tiny prick,” the book on the left said in the invisible woman’s voice, the bands of the spine bending to move as a mouth. <i>…Oh</i>, he thought, comprehension dawning. She was clearly amused, and that made him scowl again.<br /><br /> “You’re not very nice books,” he informed them, giving a little sniff that he hoped passed more for derision than for a sniffle.<br /><br /> “Of course we are, child. Eshe just has a very odd sense of humor,” the book on the right informed him cheerily. That one’s voice was masculine, but full of a gentle warmth that reminded him of Mum’s bedtime stories. Even so, that did not make him a <i>nice</i> book.<br /><br /> “You <i>bit</i> me,” he reminded them, holding out his <i>horribly damaged</i> fingers as proof. He added in a scowl (that was most certainly <i>not</i> a pout) for good measure.<br /><br /> “I suppose we did prick you a little, yes, but it was necessary for the magic to work,” replied the brown book, still gentle. Grey eyes flicked warily to the grey book – Eshe? – when he was almost certain he heard her mutter, “Baby.”<br /><br /> He dithered for a moment, caught between ire and intrigue, and then he gave in. “…What magic?”<br /><br /> “The magic that lets us talk, of course! We know you, now, Draco,” was the jubilant answer.<br /><br /> Draco’s eyes grew round, his little mouth forming an ‘o’ of wonder. “<i>How do you know my name</i>?!” he whispered out, his voice barely above a hiss.<br /><br /> “Simple: the magic told us. We know a lot more about you too, but not specific things like that. We know that you have three people that you love very, very much, for instance; however, we don’t know <i>who</i>. Though…it feels like perhaps two are your parents?”<br /><br /> Draco beamed. “Yes! And Uncle Sev. He’s mean sometimes but I like him anyway. He’s scary, but he can be funny too!” He scooted closer to the brown book, liking him more now.<br /><br /> “We also know that you have apparently done something naughty, but we don’t know what,” Eshe blithely chimed in. Draco turned several shades of red at being caught out…and reminded.<br /><br /> Draco hesitated for a moment. “Oh. Yeah. Mum put me in time out and even put a sensing spell to make sure I kept sitting there,” he mumbled, picking at a small crease in his trousers.<br /><br /> “And yet you are here?” He was certain that if Eshe had eyes, she would be raising an eyebrow.<br /><br /> He contemplated the books skeptically. “You promise you won’t tell?”<br /><br /> “We can’t talk to anyone except you. The magic binds us to that because we will come to know many of your secrets,” was Eshe’s even reply. He could tell them all his secrets and they couldn’t tell anyone else? Draco rather liked the sound of that.<br /><br /> He looked up and gave a sly little smile. “I got Slinky, one of our House Elves, to sit down with me and then I hopped off. I told him that if he moved that he would set off the spell and the Mistress – my mum – would be very mad. I don’t think he realized that she’d be mad at <i>me</i>.” He grinned mischievously, eyes twinkling at his audience and daring them to tell him how amazing he was.<br /><br /> They didn’t disappoint, either…sort of. “That was very clever of you, though not very wise. Why did you think of <i>that</i> solution?”<br /><br /> He puffed up as regally as a four-year-old is able. “Because I’m a Malfoy, and Malfoys can do <i>anything</i>.” As an afterthought, he added, “And I was bored.”<br /><br /> “I am certain even Malfoys have their limitations, young one. Magic is the only thing that can do anything,” Eshe added, quietly but sternly. Draco pouted at her, because she <i>clearly</i> didn’t see the point.<br /><br /> “Shouldn’t you be thinking about why you were put in time out in the first place?” ventured the brown book, and Draco frowned.<br /><br /> “I know <i>why</i> I got put there, but it wasn’t <i>bad</i>! Mum and Da do it all the time!” he protested grumpily. Then, both out of curiosity and a will to divert the attention away from himself, he blurted out, “What’s <i>your</i> name?” He gave a small nod toward the brown book, then wondered if books without eyes could see it.<br /><br /> The book chuckled, the pages behind it fluttering in its mirth. “I am called Penha, child,” he responded, then foiled Draco’s plan and brought the attention back on him. “What is it you did? Perhaps we can help you understand why you were punished?”<br /><br /> Sighing gustily, Draco related his story. “I kissed Pansy Parkinson. It was gross, but she’s my friend and they like sticking us together and I heard Mum once say that we might be married some day and Mum and Da are married and they kiss lots.” He paused, then added, “It’s gross when they do it too, but I thought if I was supposed to be married then I was supposed to kiss her.” He huffed a little sigh, still not certain what was wrong. Then something dawned on him: “Was I supposed to wait until I’m actually married?”<br /><br /> He glared when the books laughed at him. Well, Eshe laughed; Penha just kind of chuckled, so it wasn’t so bad. “No, no, child. I think it is more the intent of the kiss.” Draco’s confused silence seemed enough to spur the book further. “When you kiss somebody, it should be because you like them in some manner. Some people are stricter about kisses than others, but most people agree that you shouldn’t kiss someone if you don’t mean it.”<br /><br /> “But I like Pansy.”<br /><br /> “Ah, but there are different kinds of like and love. Did you kiss her on the mouth?” Draco nodded. “Would you like me to explain why your mother was displeased?” Draco nodded furiously, not even minding when he was treated to another round of chuckling. He liked knowing things, and Penha was just going to <i>tell</i> him!<br /><br /> For then next half an hour, Penha laid the basic groundwork of different kinds of like and love, as well as the different kinds of kisses that might be appropriate for each. Eshe piped in occasionally, but most of what she said made Draco want to stick his tongue out at her. Draco was happy to say that he now understood just why his mother had been angry, and he knew what to say to her when she came to collect him. …Speaking of…<br /><br /> He’d been enjoying their discussion so much that he had almost forgotten that he needed to get back to his chair. A glance up at the mantle showed that the evil clock was at it again – he was sure it hadn’t really been <i>that</i> long! He only had six minutes until his mother would be back, and the room wasn’t all that close. Especially if he had to watch out for guests.<br /><br /> Having been raised to be polite, he apologized as he scooped up the two books mid-sentence and trotted off toward his rooms. He had a feeling that he shouldn’t leave Eshe behind, even if he didn’t like her as much as Penha. He carefully stowed them on his bed, then said he’d be back later and slipped out.<br /><br /> He managed to make it back to his chair with one minute to spare and patted himself on the back for that. He climbed up and shooed Slinky away, smiling happily. He had new friends and they would tell him all kinds of stuff and he could tell them everything. And they’d helped him already! He quickly doused his smile and tried to look as guilty as possible as soon as he heard his mother step into the room. When she asked him if he’d thought about what he’d done, he was able to nod truthfully and apologize for his mistake. The small smile and kiss on the forehead let him know she was pleased, and then he was released to go to his room since all the attendees his age had gone home already. Draco skipped off to his room as fast as he could without running and looking suspicious, then dove onto his bed to greet his new friends.<br /><br /> He talked with them a bit more about their previous conversation, but quickly grew bored of gross stuff like kisses and lovey-dovey stuff. He wanted to know other stuff too.<br /><br /> “…Eshe? In the library, you said that magic could do anything.” He paused, thinking. “Anything at all?”<br /><br /> “Magic, yes, can do anything – <i>if</i> you have what it takes.”<br /><br /> “What it takes?”<br /><br /> “Yes. You see, the magic one can cast is determined by the life energy one possesses – or that one can summon from around them.” Draco nodded, barely catching the meaning of the bigger words. “One’s ability to shape the magic is dependent on one’s strength of will. And the basis of a strong will is the strength of emotion poured into it.”<br /><br /> “So…I’m confused.” He heard Eshe sigh quietly, and was almost certain that one of Penha’s covers flapped out to nudge her. “You said you need life energy to make magic, but then you said that you need a will to make magic. And you need emotions to make wills?” <i>And what’s a will, anyway?</i> he pondered silently.<br /><br /> Eshe seemed to consider, then rephrased it more simply. “Life energy is what powers your magic; willpower is what makes it do what you want. Willpower is how much effort you put into making something happen. If you have the energy but not the will, then there will be magic but it won’t <i>do</i> anything – or it might do the <i>wrong</i> thing. If you have the will but not the energy, then nothing will happen – you can <i>plan</i> to build a castle, but without the stone you can’t actually <i>build</i> it.”<br /><br /> Draco nodded, understanding it now. “But…what about emotions? How do they…?” He waved his hand, trying to indicate how one would make willpower.<br /><br /> Penha stepped in this time. “You see, there are two forces that make willpower, just like there are two to make magic happen. The main force is emotion, the secondary force is logic. Logic is knowing what you want to happen, and it helps give shape to your willpower, as well as sets limits on how much willpower you are willing to commit.” He spoke slowly, giving Draco time to absorb the details. Da had explained logic to him before, and gave him a bunch of fun puzzles that he called ‘logic puzzles’ to go along with the lesson. “Emotions are what give it the power to do anything.<br /><br /> “Some emotions are naturally more powerful than others, but what is most important is how powerfully you feel them,” Penha explained. “If you’re <i>very</i> angry, it can outweigh even some of your more powerful emotions if you don’t feel them as strongly. Anger isn’t a good emotion to use, though, as it often doesn’t like to be paired with logic. Fear, also, is a bad one for that same reason. Fear, however, is the most basic of emotions, and the second most powerful, so a lot of people have tried to use it before.”<br /><br /> “But what’s the most powerful one?” Draco said through a yawn. It was late, but he was still so curious.<br /><br /> “That’s easy, child. The most powerful of all emotions is love. Magics built with the willpower of other emotions will always and certainly – eventually – fail. But those built with love? Those are the magics that can last forever.” The reverent tone in Penha’s voice made Draco smile sleepily.<br /><br /> “So…if I have lots of power and want to make something happen, I could, though?”<br /><br /> Eshe hesitated. “Yes, you could. However, there are some things that should never be done, even if you <i>could</i> do them.”<br /><br /> “Okay,” he said simply, believing he understood. He was halfway to sleep already, struggling to stay awake long enough to understand more. “What shouldn’t be done?” he managed to slur out quietly as his eyes fell shut.<br /><br /> He heard a quiet chuckle, and then something soft brushed his forehead. “Never you mind that, little one. We will speak more in the morning. Sleep now.” And as he did, the one thought passing through his mind was that magic was amazing.<a name='cutid1-end'></a><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://kiraohara.livejournal.com/7626.html" rel="nofollow">Chapter Two</a></center>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:6765[FIC] Class Reunions Are for Losers2011-07-17T15:03:41Z2011-07-17T15:06:14Z<b>Title:</b> Class Reunions Are for Losers<br /><b>Author:</b> Kira O’Hara<br /><b>Pairings:</b> Severus/Harry/Draco<br /><b>Word Count:</b> 5,517<br /><b>Rating:</b> R<br /><b>Warnings:</b> Drunken idiocy, aborted handjob, murderous porcelain, and an unfortunate amount of regurgitation. Also, I was drunk off my arse when writing this, so it is PURE CRACK, and there are so many typos…<br /><b>Summary:</b> Hogwarts is having a ten year class reunion a Muggle bar. With plenty of alcohol. Chaos ensues.<br /><b>Author's Notes:</b> This still has me laughing...mostly at myself. It took me about 7 hours and a lot of vodka. I plan on rewriting it properly (but keeping the crackiness) and adding a companion from Harry’s POV. ;)<br /><br /><b>Written For:</b> <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-C " data-ljuser="hpdrunkfic" lj:user="hpdrunkfic" ><a href="http://hpdrunkfic.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=174" /></a><a href="http://hpdrunkfic.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>hpdrunkfic</b></a></span> Round 1<br /><b>Prompts Used:</b> <i>Prompt Post:</i> crying into one’s beer(<span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="ldydark1" lj:user="ldydark1" ><a href="http://ldydark1.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-files.livejournal.net/userhead/1044?v=1360246763" /></a><a href="http://ldydark1.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>ldydark1</b></a></span>); inconvenient hard-on(<span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="veritas03" lj:user="veritas03" ><a href="http://veritas03.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=174" /></a><a href="http://veritas03.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>veritas03</b></a></span>); innuendo cocktail names(<span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="kubrick_potter" lj:user="kubrick_potter" ><a href="http://kubrick-potter.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=174" /></a><a href="http://kubrick-potter.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>kubrick_potter</b></a></span>); obscene doodles(mods?). <i>Extras:</i> <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="kjp_013" lj:user="kjp_013" ><a href="http://kjp-013.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=174" /></a><a href="http://kjp-013.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>kjp_013</b></a></span>: Harry and Draco, pub, booze, fun ensues. <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="dysonrules" lj:user="dysonrules" ><a href="http://dysonrules.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-files.livejournal.net/userhead/364?v=1321200772" /></a><a href="http://dysonrules.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>dysonrules</b></a></span>: "I thought it was open"; red underwear; pub crawl; leather jacket; hand-drawn smiley face. <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="whydowefall" lj:user="whydowefall" ><a href="http://whydowefall.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=174" /></a><a href="http://whydowefall.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>whydowefall</b></a></span>: clothing swap; Harry Potter characters getting drunk and writing about Muggles having porny frolics. <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="morgana_fire" lj:user="morgana_fire" ><a href="http://morgana-fire.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=174" /></a><a href="http://morgana-fire.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>morgana_fire</b></a></span>: skin sticking charm. <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="ldydark1" lj:user="ldydark1" ><a href="http://ldydark1.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-files.livejournal.net/userhead/1044?v=1360246763" /></a><a href="http://ldydark1.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>ldydark1</b></a></span>: trainers; snow and hail storm; "You decide to tell me this now?!" <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="kittyhelix" lj:user="kittyhelix" ><a href="http://kittyhelix.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=174" /></a><a href="http://kittyhelix.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>kittyhelix</b></a></span>: billiards/pool game; table sex. <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="veritas03" lj:user="veritas03" ><a href="http://veritas03.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=174" /></a><a href="http://veritas03.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>veritas03</b></a></span>: karaoke; confusion of hoard, horde, whored.<br /><br /><b>Disclaimer:</b> <small>This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.</small><br /><br /><br /><center></center><b><i>For those curious, this was my original drunken header:</i></b><br /><br /><b>Username:</b> KiraOHara - Kira O'Hara, really! :D<br /><b>Title:</b> Class Reunions Are for Losers<br /><b>Characters/Pairings:</b> uh...HP/DM...HP/DM/SS...y'know what, it's one big orgy, relaly. Have fun finding out whose body part htat is. ...Or not?<br /><b>Rating:</b> <s>NC17, loves~.</s> SO SORRY. Is, um, R? I WILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU WITH HOT SEXENGS LATER I PROMISE.<br /><b>Words:</b> Lots of them.<br /><b>Warnings:</b> Huey shiowed us pronz. I think I copuied some of it., in my brain. OH! No, now it's, um, gross. But funny. Funny gross. ...I sorry.<br /><b>What you drank, how much and how long it took you:</b> Raspverry vodka mized with apple juice. Yum. Uh...I think I started...1 o'clocl...lessee if I remember to se if when I finihsed. It is...3:13 now. :D It is almsot 8 andI am tires.<br /><b>Summary:</b> Um...ten year class reunion. at a bar. in winter. ...Sex happens. ...I think. Maybe. ...No, just hangovers. Sex, um, later.<br /><b>Notes:</b> I so totally apologize for how poorly this is written. I can do better when sover, I sward. ILU all. Hi. ♥ OH! I just remembered. Um...pretend nobody dies in DH. Well, except Snakeface. Yeah. 'Cause, um. Ohlookthere'saSnape. And, um, I don't feel like explaining. It's hot. ...Shutup. And I blmae, um, *ckechs* Elaine Malfoy for the last part. *laughs* That is just weher the barin went, I swelkjr. Okay, ilu, goodnight~!<br /><br /><b>Sober Notes:</b> Now awake and sober. *eyes this, eyes fic, groans* Have fun laughing, and I really do apologize. XD I wrote it in NotePad since Word was correcting my typos, but if you need it in .doc or .docx instead of .txt I'll resend. XD<br /><a name='cutid1-end'></a><br /><br /><br /><center><br /><b><u>Class Reunions Are for Losers</u></b></center><br /><br /><br /><br />To tell the truth, he wasn’t really certain how it had come to this.<br /><br />Praying desperately, he tried his best to explain away the hand that twitched at his hip and the hair that tickled his ankle.<br /><br />But no. He was never one to black out when he was drunk.<br /><br />And that was no longer anything to brag about.<br /><br /><br /><center>.o0O0o.</center><br /><br /><br />Walking into the bar, he almost immediately considered it a mistake. There were too many people, both recognized and not. And of those he recognized...there were far too few Slytherins and far too many of everything else. And, for that matter, it was a Muggle bar.<br /><br />But he had already been spotted, and...well...he could do with a drink. Or three. Class reunions be damned. Plus, it was alternating between snow and hail outside, and he would rather have a few warming drinks in him befor he ventered out into <i>that</i> shite again. ...Not that he hadn't had a few already to even bother with this nonsense, but no one needed to know that except him.<br /><br />...And that table he just stumbled into.<br /><br />But really. A little extra warmth would be good before venturing out into the frozen wastelands of London again.<br /><br />Sliding into an empty barstool while attemping to glare the rowdy bar into submission, Draco was quickly presented with a quandary. The bartender...asked what he wanted to drink. Now then...how the hell was he supposed to answer that?! Staring the man down with all of his non-drunken (lies) might, he tried to recall a name of...something. Sadly, that didn't work so well and only made the room spin. Stupid bar and it's stupid spinny walls. Well, then, perhaps let teh man behind the counter think he had a little power, while still making Draco happy.<br /><br />"Something sweet that will fuck me over, but no coconut. Or pineapple - that nonsense is <i>nasty</i>," he said with a glare, knowing well that it would quickly subjugate the man in terror. ...Or something. Like get him his drink. That he totally knew he was ordering.<br /><br />A giggle sounded from the seat next to him, and grey eyes quickly narrowed on an all-too-familiar mop of oh-so-sof-MESSY! black hair. Narrowing his eyes in what had to be his most piercing glare EVER, Draco glared at the sodden Saviour next to him. "Try the Purple Gatorade - bluer the better!" came a nigh-hysterical giggle. Draco would have gladly narrowed his eyes further, but they were already squinted a bit too much to make out the man next to him. Bloody Potter and his sight problems - they just had to be catching, didn't they?<br /><br />Sadly, the bartender - LIKE EVERYONE ELSE - listened to the Golden Boy and brought Draco back an odd concoction of bluish-purple. Well, what the hell. You don't argue with the man fixing your drinks, right? Tilting it back, Draco let it trickle its way down his throat, slowly letting it drip down from his mouth. He would have to remember this one. Purple Gator Aide, right? What an odd name. But Potter didn't need to know that. "It sucks. Gimme something...um...strawberry." He nodded in satisfaction. Take that, stupid Gryffindor. He had nowhere near Draco's intellect, and wouldn't understand the complexitiy of the fact that Harry Potter could not give better drink ideas than Draco Malfoy. It was a travesty to the universe. It was amazing that the vanilla little Gryffindor knew more about drinking than butterbeer and Ogden's.<br /><br />As a bright pink drink of manliness made its way into Draco's hand, he smirked at the mop of hair next to him. It was lovely and sweet and goes to show that he STILL had better taste than The Boy Who Lived even while drunk. Not that he was anything but sober, naturally.<br /><br />Malfoys don't <i>do</i> drunk.<br /><br />What met his glare was not the tears and woe of one who knows themselves to be inferior. Instead, there was a bright, happy grin, a blush, and a giggle. Well...bugger. Once again Draco cursed his inability to narrow his eyes any further without closing them. It was that contagious astigmatism, it was. Speccy git.<br /><br />Having had enough of Saint Potter's attempts at making him blind, Draco spun in his stool to leave when he caught sight of the stage.<br /><br />...No.<br /><br />It...it couldn't be.<br /><br />No...there is no way that Severus Snape would ever choose to participate in a group sing-alonng to Don't Stop Believing, with Longbottom and Finnigan sharing the mic. They had to be, um, torutiring him! That's it. Right. Of course. 'Cause those Gryffindors weren't such the nice people that everyone thought they were and Snape was hitting a high note and Draco thought his world might end if there was anyone to argue this.<br /><br />Well, now it was apparently Draco's turn to be a hero. Mustering his liquid courage (i.e., drinking down the rest of that lovely strawberry...thing), Draco set off to rescue his beloved godfather fromm the clutches of Gryffindors and whatever that thing he was shrieking into was called. It must be some sort of torture device. Naturally.<br /><br />However, like all his best laid plans, this too went awry. Before he could save his darling godfather from the evil clutches of his least favorite students...Draco found himself pulled onstage too. Snape must be under Imperious, he decided, for there was no other explanantion due for the arm slung around his neck and the shrieking torture device knowcked in front of him.<br /><br />Looking frantically about the room, he sought any help he could find. Blaise had a She-Weasel in his lap, apparently sucking the life out of him through his mouth. Pansy had apparently lost a very vital game of billiards against the Thomas boy, because there was no other reason that she should be lying atop those uncomfortable little balls with him pinning her to the table. That leg wrapped around him was supposed to kick him, of course. Theo...oh. He was being suffocated by the chests of two Hufflepuff girls that Draco had never bothered to learn the names of. And Daphne seemed to be swapping outfits with a few half-dressed Ravenclaw boys, much to Draco's dismay. WHERE were his faithful sidekicks? A quick glace to the left gave Draco more of an eyeful than he <i>ever</i> wanted to have, and he was quite happy to pretend that he <i>never, ever</i> saw that and that Crabbe and Goyle simply must not have been in attendance. Or were passed out on the floor. Yes. Getting trampled by Gryffindors and their wily schemes.<br /><br />Damn them for stealing Slytherin's wily schemes!!!<br /><br />When Severus jostled to the side in his merry tune-belching, Draco was forced to wrap his arms around the man's waist in order to stay upright. The arm wrapped around his neck was much too strong. It was with a small scrunch of his nose that DRaco realized that Uncle Sev really would forever and always smell of powdered newt liver.<br /><br />He was hoping the ten years since he'd graduated would eradicate that memory. But alas.<br /><br />Unfortunately, his attempts at rescue needed to be truncated when his bladder informed him that the several tumblers of whiskey combined with the two mixed shots needed to be released from his body. With a slump, he managed to escape his poor, mind-controlled godfather's grip and slip off the stage. Rather crafty, if he might say so himself. And he would.<br /><br />The drunken Muggles and knackered yearmates and <i>those bloody evil chairs</i> insisited on making it difficult for him to complete his journey to the loo, but he was always one to persevere. Even with bruised shins and scarred corneas.<br /><br />Finally getting to the door he noticed marked gents, he gave it a tug and nearly wept when it denied him entry. Statute of Secrecy be damned, he (no-so-)quietly cast every unlocking charm he could think of at the door. With heavy heart and bladder, he finally admitted defeat and sagged against the wall, praying for death from exploding insides to come quickly.<br /><br />Suddenly, there was that blasted mass of hair in his face, and the door was <i>letting Potter in</i>. Well, he never! Well, fine, if the door decided that it wanted Potters and not Malfoys then he would simply not want anything to do with it and- "Hey!" he called, glaring at the hand that had tucked into his elbow. There were not supposed to be hands there. Especially ones that dragged him toward stupid, prejudiced doors.<br /><br />"You're supposed to <i>push</i>, Malfoy," came the slur and the giggle beside him as Potter dragged him into the washroom.<br /><br />"Always the hero, aren't you, Potter? Gotta save people to live? Fiendfyre and Dark Lords and exploding bladders-"<br /><br />"What?" came the ever so eloquent reply, and Draco gave up. Well, he wouldn't be a Slytherin if he looked a gift horse in the mouth. Doing his best to saunter over to the urinals (and not doing so well at it), he collapsed against the back wall with one arm and went about handling himself with the other.<br /><br />"Why were you just standing there?" came a slurred question from the urinal next to him. Honestly, didn't Potter know even bathroom etiquette, or was that even too much to ask?<br /><br />"...I thought it was open," Draco deigned to reply.<br /><br />"It was." Potter just seemed oblivious.<br /><br />"Shutup. At least I don't wear red underwear. Stupid Gryffindor." There. That ought to silence him.<br /><br />"...I think you do."<br /><br />"No, I don't."<br /><br />"Malfoy, you're looking down. Those are yours."<br /><br />Blinking, Draco did finally register that, indeed, he was looking down at his own urinal and the bright red panties he'd opted on earlier in the evening. They had looked delicious on him and his pale, pale skin in his mirror earlier, but he would never wear them outside of his lonely bedroom.<br /><br />Except, apparently, he had. And now Potter had seen them. Gryffindor-red panties were more than blackmail-worthy, and Draco knew it. Glancing over at Potter's stall and the oddly green pants he saw poking out of those sinfully tight trousers around Potter's rather generous cock...he sort of lost that train of thought.<br /><br />Oh. Right. Potter's cock. ...No, wait, that wasn't...<br /><br />Regardless, while he had finally finished emptying his bladder to his body's liking, there was now the issue that he couldn't quite fit himself back into his underwear. Really, his cock had fit nice and snug in his panties before now. Glaring at the offending appendage, he bit back a growl and pouted at it. Honestly, couldn't his own body be on his side, for once?<br /><br />Letting out a miserable sigh as once again his prick refused to tuck nicely into the panties, he turned pleading eyes on the man next to him. He liked saving people, right? Maybe he could save Draco again now. "...Help?" he whimpered, adding an extra jut of his lip to hopefully entice Wonder Boy into assisting him with his plight. <i>Draco Malfoy, you are a </i>genius, he commended himself.<br /><br />Potter, he noted, looked rather odd with his eyes as round as saucers. There was a small shuffle, and then Draco felt himself pushed backward against the sinks in the tiny Muggle restroom. Hopping up onto one so as to assist in making the room stop spinning, Draco gasped as he felt a warm hand wrap around his prick. He moaned, spreading his legs farther apart - for comfort - before that delightful haze was interrupted by a loud creaking.<br /><br />Now what was...?<br /><br />Without warning, his resting place dropped away and he was forced to wrap himself around the pillar in front of him. The very warm pillar. That seemed to now also be wet.<br /><br />Blinking rapidly, Draco became aware of the whoosh of water. A quick survey of the area revealed that the sink he had been resting on had decided to fall away and now there was water...everywhere.<br /><br />"...Does this count as washing our hands?" asked the sodden, warm, squishy pillar to which he clung. Inspecting his hands, Draco felt himself falling for a moment before there was a delightful pressure on his arse and the world stopped moving. Once he was certain that his hands certainly passed inspection (they were quite lovely, weren't they?), he finally registered the background grumbling.<br /><br />"-Malfoy, get <i>down</i>!" And with a start he realized that the pillar he had clung to to escape the terrible crashing sinks had somehow become Potter, and a very <s>sexy </s>irate Potter that had his hand on Draco's bum. Well, honestly.<br /><br />After a few moments Draco came to the conclusion that Potter needed to stop trying to feel him up and put him down. Which he told Potter in his most elegant terms.<br /><br />Right before he hand to scramble and cling and swear at the man for nearly dropping him onto the deadly, jagged pieces of industrial porcelain.<br /><br />Finally getting his feet properly settled on the ground, he continued to glare at Potter. Well, until Potter reached out and tucked his oh-so-chilled member back into his sodden undergarment, right before waving a hand to fix the sink. Really, it was such a pain that Potter was such an arse, because that feat was rather hot.<br /><br />Well, with that mess averted, there wasn't much more to do than go back out and...what was it? Oh, yes, rescue Severus from the clutches of crazed ex-Gryffindors. They had obviously taken the ten years since school to plan this, but that didn't mean that Draco didn't have to ruin it for them. Well, really, wasn't that his job?<br /><br />Stepping regally (stumbling) out of the loo, he graced the wall with his presence (sagged pitifully against the wall) as he made his grand reentrance. Luckily, his yearmates (and the few others who had snuck their way in, Weaslette and Wood), had decided against the pub crawl to stay in just this one. Even if it was a Muggle pub. And definitely below the Malfoy standards. And- Hello, were those appletinis?<br /><br />Nursing a deliciously green drink - befitting his role as a Slytherin, certainly - he swore when he realized that the stage was now occupied with one Zacharias Smith serenading that annoying younger Gryffindor with the camera. Carl? Constantin? Creeper? ...Whatever. The important part was that Sev wasn't there, and Draco needed to save him.<br /><br />Creeping stealthily (tripping over every chair that magically jumped in his path), Draco made his way finally to the other end of the bar, where there seemed to be a rather loud commotion. Several napkins were stuck to the wall in succession, and after a moment Draco was able to get the gist of what they said.<br /><br />Apparently, their entire year and the handful of teachers who had been dragged along had decided to write a romance novel. On bar napkins. And about Muggles. Interspersed with the occasional obscene doodle to demonstrate when words failed. And they weren't stuck to the wall, they were ordered along Finnigan and Finch-Fletchley's chests with a skin-sticking charm. Really, it wasn't all that bad (aside from the myriad typos and McGonagall's insistance on the term 'quivering man-rod'), but it still wasn't something Draco wanted to read knowing that his own bed was currently very empty. And had been for quite some time.<br /><br />Flopping down at the bar, Draco was just getting into a nice maudlin state when he noticed Millicent. She was crying into her beer, wailing something about Crabbe and Goyle and wanting to be the meat of a sandwich. Ordering the strongest drink in the house, Draco was very happy to never have stooped that low, and quite interested in forgetting that such a mental image could ever exist. His exhilarating future sex life depended on it.<br /><br />After downing his drink and struggling to not choke on whatever the fuck it was they passed as a drink that felt more like mud that was on fire, he finally became aware of Severus sitting a few seats over, taking great care while drawing a lopsided smiley face onto a man's leather jacket. Really, it would have been adorable with his tongue peeking out like that, save fore the fact that it was Severus Snape, inflictor of fear into the hearts of students, devilish Potions Master, and all around greasy git.<br /><br />Before Draco could announce his indignance at this fact, he became aware that he was being dripped on. A wet sleeve blocked his view as Potter leaned in to mumble something about sex on the beach. Gobsmacked, Draco could only stare at the Boy-Turned-Man-Who-Lived. Any minute now, Draco would be sure to give him a piece of his mind regarding being propositioned while drunk. Really, did he think he could just take advantage of-<br /><br />A brightly-colored drink was slid into the Golden Boy's hand, and with that he was walking away.<br /><br />Well, hey, waitaminutehere! It wasn't that Draco had said <i>no</i> really. Honestly, couldn't the idiot even wait for the proper response? Especially after dripping on him? Which Draco asked him, though he wasn't certain that his words hadn't come out a mite garbled. Well, whatever. If Potter didn't understand then bully for him.<br /><br />Clouded green eyes turned to blink sluggishly at Draco. A small crease appeared between Potter's eyes, making him look quite adorable, if one were so inclined. Which Draco, of course, wasn't; regardless of what his cock wanted to think. An internal argument with his nethers on this matter cost Draco the first part of Potter's answer, but he did manage to catch a slightly baffled, "-and you're already wet?"<br /><br />Looking down at himself, Draco realized that, yes, indeed: he was wet. Soaked, really. There was quite the puddle under his chair. "You decide to tell me this <i>now</i>?!" Right then, it must have been the fault of that dastardly sink that wanted him dead and that Potter had saved him from. It seemed Potter really was good at saving him from things, and that was enough for him to really give thought to Potter's ealier proposition about sex on the beach.<br /><br />However, mention of this idea simply had Potter pointing at his ridiculously bright drink. Oh. "Well...how about a long, hard screw?" Draco asked, figuring he'd just cut to the point. Perhaps Potter could save Draco's love life, too. That would be a relief. "Or are you still with the red-headed slut?" Before Potter could stop looking confused, it was time for Draco to look confused when two drinks were pushed his way. Wha- ...Oh. What was it with Muggles and naming their drinks after such naughty things, really? Well, best to not waste them.<br /><br />Sipping the one he was pretty certain <i>wasn't</i> the Red-Headed Slut, Draco (not-so-)deftly looped an ankle around Potter's leg and gave him his best smoulder. Really, even if it <i>was</i> Potter, his cock had seemed rather nice when Draco had glanced it in the water closet (and oh how fitting that name currently). Or was that Draco's cock? Perhaps they had both been nice, he settled. And really, it had been far too long since Draco has seen <i>any</i> cock and wasn't that a crying shame. So attached to Potter or no, Draco was going to have that one. Now if Potter would just comply with Draco's cue...<br /><br />Right as Potter seemed to be getting the idea, a warm weight draped itself across Draco's shoulders. Turning to summarily incinerate whoever dared to be an interloper into Draco's finally-getting-laid plans, Draco realized that Severus was now drooling on his shoulder. "Clever, clever, little Slytherin Sex Idol. Care to share your hoard?" came the barely discenible slur.<br /><br />His horde? He didn't have a horde! Damnit, Severus, for reminding him. Forced to settle for The-Boy-Who-Lived-to-Have-Decently-Sized-Manbits, wasn't that obvious? On the verge of tears, he opened his mouth to let his beloved mentor in on such when Potter decided to talk over him. Again.<br /><br />"Wait, you wanted me to pay?" asked the cutely confused idiot.<br /><br />"No, no, boy, that wasn't what I-"<br /><br />"But you just said he whored, and you wanted some. But...hey!" Suddenly Potter was crushing Draco against his chest, looking less the dashing hero and more like a petulant child who someone just tried to steal his teddybear. It was still cute. Draco silently cursed his hormones that he would ever admit such a thing even to himself. Sexual repression was a Malfoy trait, really.<br /><br />REalizig that there needed to be a distraction to avoid causing a scene (nevermind that everyone around them was either Muggle or quite thoroughly pissed and didn't care), Draco quickly picked up the abandoned drink and shoved it at Severus. "No, he just wanted one of my drinks. My horde of drinks. ...Or hoard of drinks works." Draco blinked for a moment trying to figure out if that really did make sense, but quickly avoided that headache-inducing notion to give his godfather a glare to make sure he went along with it. There was no sense in Potter realizing that he didn't have a horde of people salivating at his seduction skill. Or, well, realizing that he was being seduced, too.<br /><br />"Now you have your drink, run along," he sniffed, wrapping his arms around the man still clinging to him in a possessive geesture.<br /><br />Apparently alcohol distubred the Potions's Matster's sense of Slytihern cunning, as he just downed the drink and stepped up behind Potter to lean his chin over the shorter man's shoulder and leer. "But whate if I want to share?"<br /><br />"But you drnk it all?" came Potter's clearly confused voice of reason, turning his head to regard the man currently draped over him with much less panic that he would have soberly. Draco recognized the grin that spread across Severus's features and took a moment to be indignant.<br /><br />"Well then, I should give you a taste shouldn't I?" Brain catching up with him, Draco realizzed this was no time to be indigannt na d well ime to defend his prize. Seizing Potter's collar and dragging him forward, he successfully unseated Sev's chin before it could scoot any closer. He then proceede to snog the life out of one Harry Potter, quickly forgetting to keep up the triumphant glare to match Severus's grouchy one (really, the man needed to learn that if he glared all the time that it wastn' wuite so effective when he really wanted it to be) in the sheer wonder of Potter's mouth.<br /><br />Apparently that tongue was good for more than speaking Parseltongue. Or maybe speaking it meant that Potter's tongue was now a snake, which made perfect sense with the way its length slid around in Draco's mouth. Really, it was making him quite lightheaded. ...Though that might be the lack of oxygen due to not breathing.,<br /><br />REmembring that he did, in fact, knoew how to breathe trhough his nose while kissing, Draco heroically managerd to avoid passing out. He would pat himself on the shoulder later, when he wasn't too busy gripping Potter's shoulders. And he could find his own shoulderr. Which got rather harder to think about when Potter's hips were shoved into his and there was the glorious revelation that the man was just as hard as Ddrco himself. Then Potter's hands were on his thighs, grabbingn and scooting him to the edge of the barstool - and wasn't that amazing since he was so certain that Potter's hands were on his waist. Maybe Potter secretly had more arms. It would explain his casting abilities.<br /><br />But no, his knee brushed against somthing else as the next thrust of Potter's hips went forward just as awkwardly as the first, finally forcing him ot break the kiss in confusion.<br /><br />Oh.<br /><br />That would explain things.<br /><br />Apparently SEverus really did want to share an dnot steal Draco's bound-to-be-amazizng shag. He could even be said to be helping Draco along, what with the mouth fastened to the back of a now-moaning Potter's throat and hands pulling Draco's knees so that they crushed Potter between them when Severus thrust. Draco slightly worried that Sev's bony frame would stab into Potter in more ways than the one intentional, but Potter didn't seem to mind so nothing for it.<br /><br />Realizing that this was his chance - Now! While Potter was distracted@! - he tried to say something about heading back to his place, but all that came out was a squawk. Clearing his throat and wondering just what he's done to make it so raw, he tried again, even managing a sultry eyebrow wiggle along with it. When Potter mananged to give a few very hard nods (sorry Sev, for the headbutt), Draco wasted no time in scrabbling off the stool and dragging Potter - and, by merit of clinging, Sev - toward the doors. "My place is close," he said wtih the utter conviction of one who has no idea what they're talking about, but is incredibly certain they're right. He'd had lessons in that from boyhood, so he knew it sounded legit.<br /><br />Jerking to a halt just outside the doors, he saw Potter had stopped short with a look on his face that was likely supposed to be thoughtful but just looksed like confused constipation. After a moment of fearing that the fresh air had made Potter reconsider (and really, what would that leave Draco with other than blue balls or a night with his godfather he would never wish to speak of again (despite what any teenage fantasies might have argued)?), Potter finally let out a small whine and said, "But it's too far to walk!" And truly, the accompanying pout made Draco want to kiss him. So he did. Quite enthusiacitlcaly. After that 'mmmp-<i>mmmph</i>' sound finally registered for the eighth time, Draco finally pulled awy wot see what it was.<br /><br />Oh. Potter was trying to talk still. That would explaini the lack of tongue-sliding and the presence of teeth. Which wasn't all that bad either.<br /><br />Nodding sagely as if he'd understood everything that Potter had just tried to say, Draco frowned in thought. "It <i>is</i> too far, isn't it?" Looking around, Draco was certain that an answer would pop up in the alleyway. RElaaly, he just needed to find the amazing idea and it would all be clear... Except it was hard with Potter draggin him back by the sleeve.<br /><br />"Nono, I can...*hic*...I can Apparate us," Potter intoned with all the serious of a highly trained Auror (who was drunk off his arse). Eyes growing wide, Draco gazed on in wonder. And a little jealousy. Potter always caught the snitch and now he'd caught Draco's amaixng idea when Draco wasn't loooking. He was like a magnet for catchy-things. It would explain his high arrest rate, certainly.<br /><br />Looking ot SEv to see if he shared in the sentiment, all Draco could make out was a severe molesting of the back of Potter's neck. WEll, apparently Sev agreed that Potter was a genious. Right then.<br /><br />Nodding in agreement, Draco wrapped himself back around his hero (because he had saved them from the plebian horrors of walking, and bedcause side-along was easider of you were closer. of course). With naryu a glance around to check for Muggles, there was a loud POP! and they were gone, gone...<br /><br />...Collapsing in a heap on Draco's floor. Stumbling his way to standing, Draco let out a loud HUZZAH! when he finally looked around and realized, yes, this was his flat. And then he tripped over someone's arm and landed on some curiously soft-yet=also[-bony things he quickly identified as Sev and Potter. Or Harry, as he should probably call him, if they were going to have glorious amounts of sex.<br /><br />Which would have been a lot more tempting if his stomach hadn't heaved with his fall onto Sev's elbow. Ow. Searching around for something ot relieve the pressure he could feel growing in his throat, he noted an overturned footstool and quickly scrambled for it. It would do fro emtpying his stomach for==iof the evil alcohol.<br /><br />Sadly, it seemed that Potter had a sensitive nose - or maybe he was just that sympathetic, bless his heart - as the sounds of retching reached DRaco just aftet he'd finished. Looking over to see if Sex waas going to join, he noted that the man just looked very dazed and was holding his head. Whoops, he must've been what overturned the footstull.<br /><br />Decidedly less aroused at the sound and smell of vomit, Draco agreed with himself to focus on his task of making the bad feeling stop. Another half hour or so - with the addition of Snape finally coming out of his daze to decorate himself and the floor, and then for the three of them to take turns holding each other's hair and stripping off ruined clothing - which really did require assistance.<br /><br />Finally, after what seemed like several forevers worth of Hell in which Draco thought he might have been punished for every nasty deed and owrd he;d ever said, all he could do was collapse backward into the heap of limbs coccoooned around him. Snuggling in, he was very shortly dead to the world.<br /><br /><br /><center>.o0O0o.</center><br /><br /><br />With a groan, he peeked open an eye to face his doom. The room stank, he was covered in sweat and another fluid he didn't want to meantion, and his leg had fallen asleep.<br /><br />And, worst of all, he hadn't gotten laid. And probably wouldn't for some time once this got out.<br /><br />Feeling the world shift, he realized that his cheek was stuck to Potter's chest - POTTER! - and that it was indeed the Golden Boy's hand twitcihng at his hip. But then what was...? Oh, hell. Yes, the hair on his ankle would be from where his <i>godfather</i> had fallen asleep across them. And was cutting off circulation to one of Draco's legs.<br /><br />REally, he could cry. His nemesis and his mentor. He was <i>never drinking again</i>. And also never showing hiis face in public. Especially not at any class reunions.<br /><br />A moment more realized that the world had shifted because Potter was trying to sit up, and despite the fact that he felt like his head had been infested with hinkypunks, he dilligently rolled off - unpleasant sticky skin making him go slowly. Malfoys were still polite, even when horribly hungover. Another groan was heard as much as he felt it against his ankle, and he looked o with pity at his poor godfather. SEverus would be even more mortified than he, likely.<br /><br />Sharing a look of commiseration with the other Slythering, Draco turned to squint up at the doom likely reflected back at him from Potter's face. Thankfully, it seemed Potter was just as hungover and ready to share in the commiseriousation. Well...good.<br /><br />"So..." Draco croaked out, pulling a face at the noise before clearing his throught. REally, hard alcohol and emetic activities were bad for sounding smooth, and he would gladly quit them both right now.<br /><br />"Right then," he was interrupted before he could say...whever it was that he thought needed to be said to keep Potter from telling everyone. "I...I have a suggestion," Potter half-slurred quietly, still not quite recovered.<br /><br />Severus seemed amused by this, but Draco was just curious. "Which is?" No need ot give away that he was fretting.<br /><br />"Shower, change, breakfast, sex."<br /><br />Blinking, Draco took a moment to register what Potter meant. REalyl, it was more because of its surprising anture than the fact that his brain felt like candy floss. Honest. No, really.<br /><br />But as it did sink in, Draco could feel something bubble up. "You...still want to have sex with me?" he asked, cringing at the squeaky hopefulness in his tone. REally, was he that hard up? After a momet he decided that...well, yes, he was. He was even willing to have a threesome with SEverus if that's what it took. Not that he was looking forward to that. At all. Or even a little. And hadn't been since before graduation. No.<br /><br />"After a shower. And hangover food. ...Maybe skip the changing part." When Potter just grinned at him, Draco couldn't help but grin back. <i>I threw up in his shoes and he still likes me!</i> Though he quickly decided to not enlighten Potter on the state of his trainers until afterward. Just in cast he didn't remember that part.<br /><br />"I suppose you have good ideas on occasion," he said judiciously. <i>Ecspecially whne I'm too hungover ot have them,</i> he thought about adding, but best not to piss off the shag.<br /><br />And as they peeled themselves off the floor and dragged their way to Draco's bathroom (with a quick call to a mildly horrified house elf to take care of the living room), Draco reflected that maybe he didn't mind class reunions all that much.<br /><br /><br />((A/N: I AM SO SORRY. THAT WAS GROSS, HAHA! And, um, I promise you smut later. I'm too tired. I will evern, um, write it soverbly from Harry's POV. *nods* Sounds grand. Btu, um, I can't see anymore, so if there are lots of typeos it's becuase I'm not really looking and...um...yeha. I LOVE YOU ALL, DARLINGS. *MUAH*))<a name='cutid2-end'></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><i>Stay tuned, and I will at some point add on a proper rewrite of this! ♥</i>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:6654Big Pimpin'2011-07-15T00:53:06Z2011-07-15T00:53:56ZJay Z - Big Pimpin'Hee, with all the fests running about, here's another one to happen this year:<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://hp-zombiefest.livejournal.com/profile" _fcksavedurl="http://hp-zombiefest.livejournal.com/profile" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/deirdre_aithne/pic/000a12k4" _fcksavedurl="http://pics.livejournal.com/deirdre_aithne/pic/000a12k4"></a><br><span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-C " data-ljuser="hp_zombiefest" lj:user="hp_zombiefest" ><a href="http://hp-zombiefest.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=174" /></a><a href="http://hp-zombiefest.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>hp_zombiefest</b></a></span> - where HP and zombies collide<br>Sign-ups begin July 25th, 2011</center>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:6170*giggle*2011-06-21T04:28:38Z2011-06-21T04:28:38ZHanging out with my friends Roux and Saybre tonight. We were watching <i>Stardust</i>, and it was right at the part in the beginning when Una invites the dad into the caravan to go UNF and make baby Tristan. Saybre was cuddling one of their cats, Sadie.<br /><br /><i>[Scene with bow-chika.]</i><br />Saybre: She's gonna eat him!<br />Roux: Mm-hmm!<br /><i>[Saybre goes 'om nom nom' to Sadie.]</i><br />Roux: Don't eat Sadie! You'll get pregnant!<br />Saybre: ?!?! WHAT?<br />Me: *laugh uncontrollably*<br /><br /><br />I love my friends.urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:6074Aie!2011-06-09T09:31:03Z2011-06-09T09:32:06ZSimple Plan - Welcome to My LifeInspired by the postings in this year's <span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-C " data-ljuser="hd_smoochfest" lj:user="hd_smoochfest" ><a href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=174" /></a><a href="http://hd-smoochfest.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>hd_smoochfest</b></a></span>, I FINALLY got around to posting up my 2009 entry in my journal. 8D So I apologize for the spammage. *glares at fic that took four posts*<br /><br />It's amazing how much has changed since I wrote that. I gave it a readthrough and did a little cleaning up as I formatted it. When I wrote it, I thought it was OMGWTFBBQAMAZING!!11!!!1!1!! Now, I think it's <i>okay</i>, but not worthy of that high of praise.<br /><br />Looking at what I wrote for <i>this</i> year's Smoochfest (shh, no telling yet! ;D), I can honestly say that I've grown immensely over the last two years. It's a bit odd, since I haven't really been writing in that time - unless you count RP. I actually did plenty of RPing...which probably might have helped a little. But as for writing? Not much. I think I jotted down a few ideas here and there as outlines, but that's it. My imagination is active just about every moment that I'm awake, so there has been no shortage of ideas - just on time and motivation to do anything with them.<br /><br />Perhaps it has also helped that I've <i>read</i> a tremendous amount over the last two years. My bookshelves have been a bit sad and neglected - I think I've read less than ten books in that time - but I've read probably several <i>thousand</i> fics of varying length and writing ability. I'm thinking that HAD to have helped. :3<br /><br />Anywho, I'll work on sprucing up my sad little masterlist a bit more tomorrow. Maybe I'll prod myself into writing a bit more...but I won't hold my breath. ^^; Ta!urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kiraohara:5771Two's Company, Three's a Crowd (Part 4/4)2011-06-09T08:49:12Z2011-06-13T13:28:09Z<b>Title:</b> Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd<br /><b>Author:</b> Kira O’Hara (<span class="ljuser i-ljuser i-ljuser-type-P " data-ljuser="kiraohara" lj:user="kiraohara" ><a href="http://kiraohara.livejournal.com/profile" target="_self" class="i-ljuser-profile" ><img class="i-ljuser-userhead" src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.svg?v=17080?v=174" /></a><a href="http://kiraohara.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username" target="_self" ><b>kiraohara</b></a></span>)<br /><b>Pairings:</b> Harry/Draco, Draco/OMC, Harry/Draco/OMC<br /><b>Word Count:</b> 26,501<br /><b>Rating:</b> NC-17<br /><b>Warnings:</b> Threesome, slash, swearing, minor scar!kink, mature sexual content.<br /><b>Summary:</b> It has been four years since the War, and Draco and Hans have been together for a little over a year now. Out of the blue, Hans suggests a threesome with a famous Muggle that he rather admires. Draco reluctantly agrees. Little did he know that it was simply the strings of fate falling into place.<br /><b>Disclaimer:</b> <small>This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.</small><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://kiraohara.livejournal.com/5398.html" rel="nofollow">Part Three</a><br /><br /><br /></center>Draco Malfoy was nervous.<br /><br /> He didn’t show it, naturally, but he was still nervous. He’d managed to get backstage just fine – he had no problem buying the special backstage pass. He had figured it would be hard to get access to Harry himself, but then he’d stumbled across one of his bandmates. The man’s jaw had dropped and he’d taken a few moments to blink. Draco wasn’t entirely <i>unused</i> to being stared at, but it still made him wonder if anyone taught their children manners anymore these days. He chided himself mentally when he recalled that, as one of Harry’s bandmates, it was likely that he hadn’t <i>had</i> anyone there to teach him such things.<br /><br /> Draco raised an elegant eyebrow when the man began laughing. His eyes were full of mirth and mischief when he pointed off down a hallway. “Harry’s that way,” he said. “Through the door with the odd-looking creature on it.” He’d given a quick salute and then trotted off in the other direction, laughing again.<br /><br /> It had unnerved Draco at first, but he vaguely remembered Potter promising to show his mates a picture. He idly wondered where Potter had managed to procure a picture of him. …And if it was a good picture.<br /><br /> Well, it was good enough to be recognizable, at least.<br /><br /> He must have paused outside the door with what looked like a cartoonish chimaera pasted on it for a good ten minutes, chewing through his lip. Then he realized he was doing it and scolded himself for the bad habit – his mother would have been furious. Mustering his courage, he opened the door and stepped in, hearing a chime as he did so.<br /><br /> What he encountered inside almost made him step right back out.<br /><br /> There was Potter – <i>Harry</i>, his mind taunted him. Sitting across the couch from him was Draco’s cousin’s child (and the werew- <i>Lupin’s</i>, he recalled), whom he had only seen a handful of times when his mother and Andromeda had decided they were on speaking terms. …And his hair was neon blue and green. Draco felt a frown starting, but kept it carefully in check. He was glad he did when the child – Teddy, he remembered – looked at him quizzically. After a moment, he recalled that his cousin had been a Metamorphmagus and had a fondness for pink and purple locks; the boy must have inherited her gift. Draco smiled gently at him, and the boy smiled back before returning his rapt attention to Harry.<br /><br /> But it wasn’t the child that had frightened him (though he figured it might be a bit harder to discuss the other night with him present). It was Harry. Sitting there, looking for all the world like a man in love. And his voice…bright <i>Merlin</i>, his voice. It was even more gorgeous than he’d ever heard it before.<br /><br /> Draco closed the door softly behind himself to make sure he couldn’t run away. He’d scraped together his courage thus far, but he wasn’t one to tempt the Fates.<br /><br /> The song came to a close, and a sad little smile graced Harry’s still distant features. Teddy grinned triumphantly as Harry fumbled for his glasses, and it made Draco curious as to why.<br /><br /> Harry slid the frames back on his nose and blinked a few times to get used to being able to see again. He didn’t see any of the others in his peripheral vision and Teddy hadn’t moved from his spot (though he looked awfully smug, the brat). Either someone had only peeked his or her head in, or he or she was still standing by the door. From Teddy’s flickering gaze, Harry guessed it was the latter. He turned around curiously. His eyes widened and he inhaled sharply when he saw Draco standing there.<br /><br /> He didn’t trust himself to stand just yet. “Dr- er, I mean, Malfoy? Um, uh, wh-what are you doing here?” He looked almost lost, or like he was trying to not to hope at all, which caused something to constrict around Draco’s heart. Potter had always been rather terrible at concealing his emotions, but Draco was glad for it and let a small smile grace his features.<br /><br /> “Hello, Potter,” he responded. But now he was nervous again. He hadn’t really gotten around to planning how things would go from this point. Not like anything ever went according to plan around Potter anyway, but it would have been nice to have had a little structure to cling to. And Teddy was there now too, so he couldn’t just blurt out what he needed to say and snog the other man senseless. He sighed and was only just barely able to divert the hand heading to rake through his hair to rub the back of his neck instead. He swore inwardly at how much more of a nervous gesture it probably looked like, and at the fact that Potter seemed to bring out his bad habits more often.<br /><br /> Teddy’s eyes flicked between them with curiosity. Harry looked puzzled, but managed to slowly raise an eyebrow, which made Draco realize he hadn’t answered Harry’s question. …Not that he was ready to answer it just yet. At least, not directly.<br /><br /> “Perhaps you noticed, but Hans has a bit of a thing for Muggle culture.” Harry shifted awkwardly, his eyes flicking between Draco and the door as if waiting for Hans to step through it. “Including that blasted television.” Harry looked more uneasy, but was giving Draco his undivided attention now. “And, of course, your band.” He looked like he was starting to get exasperated, sighing quickly and leveling a stare at Draco that said he’d like him to get to the point already. Draco smirked for a second before indulging him. “So, it would stand to reason that he might have, say, been watching a certain interview – even as tired as he was.” Draco grinned at him, not leaving much room for Harry to mistake what he was referring to.<br /><br /> True to form, Harry blushed a bit and looked down at the floor. “Oh,” he said. “You, uh, saw that then, did you?” He looked incredibly nervous now and was furiously worrying at his lower lip.<br /><br /> It was all Draco could do to keep himself from marching closer and taking over that action. He knew he used to have better impulse control at one point, and he wasn’t quite sure when it had deigned to go out the window. <i>Probably when Potter started being so damn irresistible. …Perhaps when I learned there might be a chance.</i> He sauntered forward to stand only a foot and a half away from Harry before he answered. “Yes, I did,” he said quietly.<br /><br /> Harry looked on the edge of panic, his teeth clamped down on his lip so hard that Draco wondered if he would draw blood. His eyes flicked rapidly between Draco and Teddy. Draco was a bit surprised at himself when he didn’t mind that Harry’s attention was split between him and the child. He figured that it was the knowledge of how much Harry cared for the little boy, if his statements during the interview were anything to go by. Finally, Harry forced himself to take a deep breath to bolster himself. “And…you’re here.”<br /><br /> “Yes. I’m here.”<br /><br /> “…Hans?” he asked quietly, his eyes flicking to the door again.<br /><br /> Draco raised a teasing eyebrow. “Did you want him here too?”<br /><br /> Harry shot a glare at him. “No, you jacka-” He quickly snapped his mouth shut and sent a terrified look in the direction of a snickering Teddy. “I didn’t actually say it, so no telling Andromeda on me.”<br /><br /> Teddy tapped his chin thoughtfully. “…If I get ice cream?”<br /><br /> Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, ruffling Teddy’s hair. “Yes. Yes, okay, sure,” <i>you manipulative little brat.</i> “After the show?”<br /><br /> Teddy nodded and smirked up at him, and Draco was hard pressed to stifle a guffaw. There was a small swell of pride that Teddy apparently had enough Black blood to be a little schemer at…four, was it?<br /><br /> After the near-disaster was averted, Harry sighed and turned back to Draco, gulping. He scowled when he noticed that Draco was trying very hard not to laugh. “Oh, sod off. I just don’t feel like getting another lecture on swearing. Merlin, but that woman can make you feel like less than a dust mote when she lectures,” he grumbled, scrubbing a hand over his eyes. Draco wondered with a silent chuckle how many times Harry had gotten raked over the coals by his aunt.<br /><br /> “Well, she <i>is</i> a Black by birth. It is only fitting she would make you feel inferior.”<br /><br /> Harry shot him another glare, but it didn’t hold as much rancor as it once would have. “Whatever. As I was attempting to say, <i>no</i>, I had no wish to see him here. Not that he’s such a bad sort or anything, but- just- Draco, why are you <i>here</i>?” He sounded more than a bit desperate, and one hand had come up to yank torturously at his hair. “I-if it’s to tell me to sod off and give up then please just- just <i>say</i> it, okay? I…please just don’t rub it in.” He sounded miserable as he trailed off.<br /><br /> Draco wanted to smack himself – or possibly Harry, but with his luck he’d take it the wrong way. It seemed that the darling little self-conscious Gryffindor needed to be reassured. Then again, he had called him Draco instead of Malfoy this time, so that could possibly be a good sign. “That’s not why I’m here, Harry.”<br /><br /> “Then…why?”<br /><br /> Draco sighed softly. “Hans and I were friends before we ever became l-” he chanced a glance at the intently curious little boy and figured he might want to reevaluate his wording, “more than friends. We both knew that what we felt wasn’t forever, wasn’t <i>real</i> love. We were content where we were for the moment being, but were both aware it wasn’t the end-all-be-all.”<br /><br /> “…You broke up?”<br /><br /> “Yes.” <i>Trust Potter to sum that up in a few simple words.</i><br /><br /> “I…um, I’m sor- er, no, I mean, I’m not exactly, but I apologize.” He shifted a bit, looking a bit uncomfortable.<br /><br /> “Don’t be. He was the one who broke it off. Apparently he realized something a long time ago that it took an interesting evening, a television interview, and him beating me over the head with the information to make me understand. He knew as soon as I told him what your real last name was.”<br /><br /> Harry looked at him skeptically. “My last name.”<br /><br /> “Worry not, Potter, he’s not the type to go to the press with it.” He noticed Harry relax just slightly. “He has a great deal more discretion than that. He <i>is</i> not such a bad sort, as you said.” Draco smiled. “And we’re still friends and care about each other as such, much like before we were together.” He saw Harry squirming slightly and chewing his lip, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t want to interrupt. “What?”<br /><br /> Harry flicked his eyes to Draco sheepishly. “But…okay, so, you and Hans are…just friends now. …And you’re here. …Why? What…what was it that he realized that you didn’t?”<br /><br /> Draco smirked. “Ah, ah, ah, Potter. I think I’ve answered enough questions for just this moment. Now it’s your turn. I want to know what you meant when you said it ‘explained a few things’ when you saw me.”<br /><br /> Unexpectedly, Harry blushed and started fidgeting. “First off,” he grumbled, “you haven’t really answered any questions. I’ve dragged a few convoluted statements out of you that I had to piece together to figure out anything.” Draco grinned at him, and he rolled his eyes. “I’m still confused as Hell. But…okay, fine. Just…promise you won’t laugh?” Draco inclined his head, so Harry continued. “Um, well…when Hans was talking to me at the club, he described you. I didn’t manage to catch your name, but he told me so many other things about you. Snarky, gorgeous, blond, intelligent, cutting wit. It just...well, it sounded so much like you. I mean, the actual you. I… Well, most of the people I’ve been, uh, <i>more than friends</i> with I dated for their own personalities. But…well, whenever it <i>was</i> one of those ‘just once’ times? It was…me indulging myself. <i>Not that way</i>! Just…they all…well, they all either looked…like you. Or talked like you. Or carried themselves like you did. I…am sure I sound incredibly creepy right now, which is why I didn’t want to explain, just-”<br /><br /> “So you came with Hans that night simply for the chance to…be with someone like me?” Harry shook his head just slightly, refusing to meet Draco’s eyes. “To…fantasize that it <i>was</i> me?” Harry nodded minutely, his face somehow managing to become redder. “And it turned out to actually <i>be</i> me.” A choked off ‘yes’ was his response. “…And was it what you expected?”<br /><br /> Somehow, Harry managed to reply evenly. “No.” Draco felt his own nervousness niggling at him again. He had wondered if Harry <i>had</i> wanted him, but then discovered that it wasn’t <i>really</i> what he wanted. “It was so much better.” Draco’s breath caught. Harry bit his lip hard and winced, still looking at the floor, expecting to get made fun of.<br /><br /> Draco sensed he needed to tread carefully no so as to not allow any room for Harry to believe whatever ridiculous self-doubt he was harboring. “It…was, wasn’t it?” That made Harry glance up at him, and Draco smiled softly. “And…you think I’ll find you creepy for fantasizing about me? Why would I; I could hardly blame you for doing so,” he said in a haughty manner. He grinned as he observed Harry fight hard against the eyeroll that threatened. “But, to answer your question… Apparently, I talked about you quite often. Whenever I would tell Hans stories about my past and childhood, the memories always had you. You might be a part of the story, or perhaps I’d reference you somewhere, or mention what you would have thought about it or done instead. Whenever I talked about something that irked me…or made me happy…somehow I’d have a story about you connected to it.<br /><br /> “Even…” It was Draco’s turn to shift uncomfortably. It had taken Hans awhile to get Draco to accept this part, even though he’d known it to be truth. “Hans is a very upright sort of man. He can be cunning when he wants or needs to be, but usually prefers straightforwardness. His curls? He spends forever making them manageable, and I always preferred them mussed. And…I was often chiding myself when I’d start thinking that his eyes weren’t the shade they should be. I knew that I’d seen eyes…both bright and dark, always vivid, flashing one moment and deepening to the point you think you’re drowning the next. I…tried not to think about it, but it was always there.<br /><br /> “I always wondered where you’d gone to. Sometimes I’d get embarrassed because Hans would see me staring off into space and ask what I was thinking about and...well, it was you. Where you'd gone. What you were doing. While I’d scoff at them out loud, I would always read every detail of any article that mentioned you. Your friends would always say you were fine when they were asked, and they always sucked at lying, so I knew you were, but…” Draco unconsciously gave back in to the urge to bite his lip.<br /><br /> “I…have always been incredibly bad at analyzing myself. I suppose I’m too scared of what my own mind holds. Or that I might figure out that something about me is unsatisfactory. But…Hans knew. He knew that the day Harry Potter ever walked back into my life would be the day he would step down.” He let out a small, weak laugh. “Hell, if he <i>wasn’t</i> so honest and unselfish, I would have spent so much longer trying to convince myself that I was still content with him. He was the one who finally made me realize what it was that I wanted, though.”<br /><br /> Harry’s voice was extremely quiet when he spoke. “…Which is?”<br /><br /> “I think even <i>you</i> can figure that one out, Potter,” Draco teased back just as quietly.<br /><br /> And then Harry was off the couch, standing in front of him. They stood there, barely a foot apart, simply staring for a moment. Both sets of eyes quickly darted over to glance at Teddy, who had gotten bored with all the talking and had started playing with some toys several feet away. When Draco’s grey eyes slowly came back to rest on Harry, they were met with a fierce, burning green. It was the kind of look he had been wanting to be the object of. From the eyes he’d craved so much. From the <i>person</i> he’d craved so much.<br /><br /> “This is mad, you know.” It was Harry who spoke, almost conversationally but with a hint of a tremble. “We don’t really know each other – not <i>really</i>. We could be wrong. You could be giving up everything you had for nothing. It might not work. I want it – so, <i>so</i> much. But-”<br /><br /> “Potter?”<br /><br /> “Yes?”<br /><br /> “Shut up.”<br /><br /> “Okay.” And then Harry’s lips were on his, and it was bliss. There was no shyness, only exultation. And a few snickers as they figured out where to place their hands and arms now that they weren’t attempting to balance themselves or grope each other. When they finally did break away, it was with a breathless chuckle. They stood there for a moment in each other's embrace, simply smiling at one another.<br /><br /> “It’s still mad, you know,” Harry stated again, though happier this time.<br /><br /> “Harry, when has <i>anything</i> either of us has ever done been sane?”<br /><br /> “Very true. Wouldn’t want to break with tradition and all.”<br /><br /> “And you know how much I so love tradition.”<br /><br /> Harry snorted. Then he kissed him again. And Draco couldn’t have come up with a better birthday present for himself if he’d tried. <br /><br /><br /><center>.o0O0o.</center><br /><br /><br /> When Harry went on stage that night, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. It only grew wider when he’d look to his right and see Draco standing there with Teddy, talking quietly – or as quietly as was possible backstage at a rock concert – and smiling at him when he’d catch their eyes. They had gotten along marvelously after Draco had mentioned that Andromeda was his aunt. And, of course, after Teddy had sung the obligatory children’s song about ‘Harry and Draco sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.’<br /><br /> When he turned away and toward the crowd, it wasn’t his fans that he was seeing. Instead, in his mind’s eye, he was playing out a scene depicting a bright and early morning pillowfight. He didn’t push it away now, instead letting it fuel him. The knowledge that it seemed more and more possible grew every time he glanced to his right, and he let it buoy him through the performance.<br /><br /> Some would say it was the best he’d ever given.<br /><br /><br /><center><b>Fin.</b></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><small><i>(Augh, you have no idea how much I keep wanting to write simple ‘a day in the lives’ sort of drabbles with this storyline now, hehe. Hope you enjoyed this monster! :D)</i></small><a name='cutid1-end'></a>